Back in the early ’70s, I was brought to a party at a loft in SOHO, Manhattan. This was before the area became fashionable and expensive, and at that time, almost all people living in those lofts were occupying them illegally, due to an an inability of those buildings to meet fire code standards (or other standards) for residential units.
Anyway, I knew that it would be an "artsy" crowd, due to my date’s occupation as a museum curator. Well, imagine my surprise to find a party group consisting almost entirely of old "freeze-dried" Beatnicks. Since the Beat movement was essentially one that characterized the ’50s and early ’60s, I hadn’t seen any Beatnicks for many years at that point–until I entered that party.
They were not a cheery crowd and it appeared that they were not interested in socializing with anyone not of their group. The loft was devoid of much furniture, and I vividly recall the "toilet facilities". This facility consisted of a toilet on a raised wooden platform in the one huge room that the loft consisted of. The only provision for privacy was a shower curtain that could be drawn around the toilet, and there were people sitting on the floor right next to the shower curtain. Rather bizarre, to say the least. I assume that there was a sink somewhere in the loft, but it was certainly not anywhere near the toilet. I didn’t take the time to explore the surroundings very thoroughly, simply because I truly felt like an outsider.
All-in-all, it was not a pleasant environment, and we left the party after perhaps an hour. But, at least I can say that I saw some Beatnicks who survived, unchanged, into the ’70s.